To the world who is too small,

To those who don’t care at all.

To the ones full of spit and foam,

To the breakers of happy homes,

Here comes your day to pay

And your time to pine.

 

To those bruised and broken.

To those who are unknown,

To the ones who live to die,

To those who always cry.

Here comes your song to sing,

And your hope to hold.

 

To the gentle and to the meek

To the ones who softly speak.

To the stranger with a smile,

To those who walked the mile,

Here comes your life to live,

And your star to see.

 

Here comes the Son of man

With His nail pierced hands.

 

-Coram Deo